(2014)
Hearts are made of but blood and v… He asks a no-longer-needed world;… Carried alone to bed, on mute and… Disappearing like fog; watching yo… Though this wound is deeper than w…
I lay adrift a mass of words And bones & thread, they went unhe… For devotion’s fled my awful clasp… And never will return. I begged my love; never for her lo…
‘Time is a healer’ : fools heed su… The reward of reason Is the steadying balm, Not of a childe Seeking assurance
Send unto me your truths, and heed… Show grace and cast swete forgiven… Let me receive your demon’s; unwor… I will procure thy innocence to th… I acknowledge my faults; now willi…
A paperback companion Tumbles behind fingers Like a cliff-top fall. Breathless anxiety Cannot succour
Over the river seas, Through tallest pines, At different speeds, A thousand miles, Imperfection’s will.
Wearied perspective; I’m not the… And fate could have it worse, Yet I can’t cope, And always knew Consequence for un-ending hurt.
I will fail and fall short, I will be who you want, I wish you felt this hurt, I wish I was who you want. I can’t feel again.
Melancholick black bile coagulates… Time, it kills; there is no killin… Alone a restless minde bleeds the… So too, alone, does innocence sour… Smiles without smiling; sleep with…
O what reality is your light in my… A glass could not—ought not tell l… Has a curvature causeth this view Distorted, or the willing to keep Enduring a warm mantra sleep?
I remember everything you said, I slept each night inside your bed… You claim I told you that I cared Yet I wasn’t there Because I’m not around,
And I let go of my cares, Lost inside a lunar mare, She was dying to belong To me. And now no one.
Have you ever played a cameo, Or held your breath for years? Carried on streets, words, and son… A thousand miles never here With you, but waiting to be living…
At this bus stop there is no sign Of ever a person being here. Verdant grass In a midway bedraggled ditch Slits the ribbon roads.
In our sadness, When the world seems too trying And compassion waits unfound, Are we losing the feeling? In our sadness I will sink, I wil…